Cold

It’s cold
In this white room

You can see my breath
White in the air

My arms
Covered in goose bumps

I look at my skin
Pale
Like the color of the waning moon

The mirror
Is opposite my bed
The white sheets
My hands
Upon them now

The sheets
So cold underneath my boney hands
So white
The room
So white

My eyes
In the mirror
Are blue
Bright on my skeleton face

Like the color of electricity
Like the ocean

The door unlocks
The sound echoes
Throughout the room

I turn my head
Slowly
Like how a turtle walks

The woman in white
Comes through the metal door
The door
White like the room

Her white heels clicking
The cement floor

Her blonde hair in a tight bun
Underneath her white nurse cap

The metal tray in her hands
Holds a paper cup
That’s for me

She comes closer
Her heels clicking against the floor
Clicking
Clicking
Clicking

She’s in front of me
Holding the tray at arms length
I look at the metal tray
Then her
Then the paper cup

My right arm
Moves
On its own
Toward
The paper cup
And my hand
Takes it

My arm
Moves back
Back
So the cup
Is in front of my mouth

I tip it
Slowly
So that
The yellow pills
Fall into my open mouth
And I swallow

The woman in white
Takes the cup
Turns around
And walks away
Toward the white metal door
Clicking as she goes

The door slams
The sound
Echoing throughout the white rooms
Then
The key turns
In the lock
That echoes too

My blue eyes
Like the color of electricity
Become blurry
Like I’m in the water

My hands
Become numb
On the white sheets

My room
Is now
Spinning

I feel my head
Hit my white pillow

The room
So dizzy
And my eyes
Are so tired now

And then
My blue eyes
Open
To a room of darkness

My hands
My pale hands
Can feel those goose bumps
Again
Upon my arms

My eyes
Filled with fear
Looking at
Nothing
But
The darkness

And then
I hear
A noise
Behind me

I turn
Around
And
My blue eyes
Widen
And my lips
Open
And
I scream